Shallow is the mind,
That accepts to believe...
To dream and wish,
Does not take sweat to drip...
Or sacrifices to make.
But wanted is a quick fix to feel good.
If one just wants things to get,
With hopes to receive attention...
From folks impressed.
And this is wished,
To believe it is happiness?
So be it! Shallow folks don't do headaches.
'Are you shallow? Not shallow?
What are you saying? '
Sometimes it's best just to want things.
Instead of dripping sweat toiling through reality.
'Are you shallow? Not shallow?
What are you saying? '
I wish.
I've been declared too intelligent.
To become beset by guilt.
And found dripping sweat to toil through reality,
For things to get I know I don't need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! So very much wisdom to be gleaned from this poem! Well done. Love it!